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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 14:18:30 GMT -5
 There wasn't a practice or anything today, at least, Jess hadn't scheduled one, but she did feel the need to be out on the pitch. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a warm top with a jacket, Jessica walked out to the grounds with her broom in hand. It was early in the morning, the sun was just making its way into the sky. Before she left, Jess had thought about waking someone else up just so she could have someone to throw a ball around with for a little practice, but she didn't know how late anyone had stayed up and she didn't want to bother anyone so early in the morning. She just needed to get in a flight before classes started. She was just itching to get on the field and in the air. The currently blonde girl (because Jess liked changing her hair color from blonde to brown frequently with little spells) practically ran out to the grounds and onto the field. She would fly for a while and then head to the Great Hall for breakfast with her house mates. It sounded like a good plan to her.
As soon as her feet touched the edge of the field, Jessica was on her broom and soaring up into the air. The weather was chilly but it felt wonderful against her skin. When she was on the Quidditch field she knew exactly who and what she was supposed to be. Jessica would spend all of her time on the pitch if she didn't have to do little things like eat and sleep. Of course, Jessica Wood liked both of those things too, and she didn't mind sitting down with a book now and then, or going to the movies when she was home, and she enjoyed spending time with friends. But when she was flying she felt free. Not that she felt especially caged usually, but there was just something special about being on a broom.
The girl's stomach growled as if in protest to the fact that she hadn't eaten anything, not even a protein bar, before heading out to the field. Well, it was just going to have to wait. Jessica was always hungry and she wasn't going to get off a broom until she had to. Instead she hovered in the air and looked at the sky, wondering how many people were up and how long it would be before someone found her outside.
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Post by WILLIAM ANDREW FINNIGAN on Jan 29, 2014 0:16:35 GMT -5
 Seamus had wanted to be a chaser for the quidditch team during his years at Hogwarts. Everyone had known it though he did not make the team. Unlike him, his son had managed to make the team. Liam had tried out during his third year and made the team as a beater. It came as no surprise that he was a beater for the team since he had quick reflexes that enabled him to avoid bludgers of his own. Enabling him to send them flying towards the opposite team's members. It was reflexes that could have enabled him to be a seeker for the team though they were not that quick to catch the tiny spec of gold. Besides, he enjoyed being a beater since he had the joys of trying to unable the other team to score points by hitting a bludger with a bat. Nothing could have beat that. No practice had been called though he felt like going out for a good fly. It was something that he enjoyed doing without being told to appear at the pitch. Liam made his way to the pitch with his broomstick in his hand. He hadn't gotten dressed in his quidditch robes as he would have normally been seen in. In fact, he was in sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking quite like a muggle. Walking onto the pitch, he saw Jessica, the captain of the team that he was a part of. It was hard to take orders from a girl, but she was the daughter of Oliver Wood. That made her practically quidditch royalty. When he caught her eye, he shouted up to her, "Care to share some of the sky here, Woody Woodpecker?" He always called her by that name since he could have sworn that her face would turn red and everyone had seen a girl peck a guy on the lips. If there was one role that he was known for on the team, it was not being as serious as Jessica.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 14:57:22 GMT -5
There was no way that Jess was going to be able to stay out here alone forever, although that might have been a fantasy that she had now and then. There was just something about sharing the Quidditch Pitch with nothing but air and a broom. She wasn't opposed to social interactions, far from that. She actually quite enjoyed being around people. But there was also nothing like the feeling of being alone with the field. She was actually pretty surprised that her solitude had lasted as long as it did. She heard a familiar voice coming from the ground. Since they were both seventh years and on the same team since they were in the same house, it wasn't a voice that Jess could misplace, even from her position in the air. It wasn't that she was particularly partial to Liam, it was just the simple fact that she had a tendency for committing all of the team voices to memory. It was a skill she had picked up her very first day on the pitch – a skill that could come in handy when all you had was yelling to communicate with your team members. She wouldn't be mistaking one of her team member's voices for another on the field during a game.
The Gryffindor girl made her way to the ground, but stopped before hitting it, hovering in the air. A smile was on her face, but that wasn't unusual. While she was completely serious about practices and games, Jessica was for the most part a happy person. “Are you going to call me that for the remainder of our school career? It isn't a very flattering nickname.” Truthfully, Jessica didn't mind it, though she had had to look up the reference. She was only considered a half-blood because that was what her parents were. She had grown up around more magic than muggle things and ideas, though she did live in a partially muggle populated area when not at school. “Yeah, there's plenty of air to go around. I was just getting some flying in before breakfast, so you're welcome to join me if you want to. I mean, if you are okay with being outflown by a girl.” She added the last part teasingly. Or at least partially teasingly. As the daughter of Oliver Wood, Jess was a highly competitive young woman.
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